Ottessa

That cruel bitch
In fishnets
Owns all existence
She suicides by fire
Although she never can die
Oh no, she never can die
She is violence divine
And her will is pure greed
The blood of all things
She suicides by fire
Although she never can die
Oh no, she never can die
We are ideas
In her mind
I am shit
And I'll always be shit
Street rat baptized in West Philly spit
A creaturе of sin
A whore wouldn't kiss
Even if she was sick
And thе cure was my lips

Yeah I got my problems with the law, what about 'em?
Warrants for my neck? I'll fucking drown in 'em
You might think some words will keep you safe
But them men with guns will just blow your ass away
Yeah I got my problems with the law, what about 'em?
Water turning red in county showers
You might leave this bleak facility
But them prison bars stay with you after you're freed

Cause that's what trauma does
He outlives his victims
Drinking their delicious blood
Breathing white lies into black lungs
Yeah that's how trauma works
He watches from the dark
Studying your every word
While whispering intrusive thoughts
I wanna be touched
Like someone who's loved
Some intimacy
Would have meant the world to me
I wanna be touched
An object of lust
Some intimacy
Would have meant the world to me
If I wasn't born so ugly
Would she covet? Would she want me?
Would the loathing wither away?
Would the mirrors sing of praise?
Would her kiss pierce the skies?
And shower me in light?
Would I relish the feeling?
Would it even be me?
And even after all that she's done
I'm still in love
I'm still in love
And even after all that she's done
I'm still in love
I'm still in love
And heaven is as empty as a junky's stomach
But this world for me is enough
This world for me is enough
Yeah, heaven is as empty as a junky's stomach
But this world for me is enough
This world for me is enough